The silence grew taut as the man began to take a step forward towards the woman who was frozen from where she was standing. Staring at him straight in the eye, thinking of what she could do at this point?
She forgot about this one and most important thing in hiding her identity, her hair which only the bloody queen possesses.
However, why now?
Why did he just acknowledge it now, when they have met for a long time?
Why did he keep his mouth shut and didn’t bother to ask her?
“This hair?” Victoria asked nonchalantly.
Hoping to hide the nervousness creeping in from her body.
The man stopped walking.
“I can explain it if you give me the chance to.” She simply said without batting an eye.
“Go on,” Casimir unexpectedly answered as his eyes turned back to normal, still staring at her.
